Falling into,

temporary madness.

L

o

v

e.

It erupts

like an

earthquake,

Then subsides.

And when

that happens,

we make a decision.

Have our roots

become

too intertwined,

too inconceivable

to ever part.

Because this,

this is what

love is.

It is not

breathlessness.

It is not

excitement.

It is not

desire to lust

every waking moment.

It is not

lying awake,

Imagining that he kiss

Every part of you.

No,

don’t blush.

I am telling you the truth.

That is all

Just

being in love,

Convincing ourselves we are,

is easy.

Love,

That is what’s left over,

When being in love,

that erupting earthquake,

Burns away.